A.N. I AM ALIVE, MY CHILDREN! I have returned to you! And now, chapter nine may commence~

Disclaimer: I don't own DC or their characters, but I think their characters might own me….

Chapter Nine: Nothing Wrong, Nothing Right

Artemis opened her eyes slowly. She was in a bed, though where she didn't know. She vaguely remembered a woman's voice, but it hadn't been anyone she recognized. Without having to consciously think about it she knew she wasn't in the mountain anymore. She could feel in her bones that she was nowhere she had ever been before. But strangely she wasn't afraid.

Artemis tried to sit up, but the rhythmic pain in her temples forced her back down. Breathing deeply, she waited for it to pass, but it didn't. After a few more moments of hesitation, she very carefully and slowly slid herself out of bed. Her legs folded under her, and she sank to the floor. Keeping her movements smooth and deliberate, Artemis turned so she was on her hands and knees and tried to gather her legs underneath herself. She managed that okay, but quickly realized that there was no way she could stand. For about a minute she stayed there, crouched down beside the bed, and considered her predicament. Ultimately she compromised. She knew she couldn't stay; but even if her training hadn't already taught her that, something about this place unnerved her. The feeling wasn't rational; there was nothing sinister in the nondescript plain wooden bed, nor in the slightly dirty walls and floor. The lack of any other amenities might be considered odd, but not necessarily a cause for concern. Still, just being in the room was making her jumpy and paranoid. Setting her jaw, Artemis began to crawl towards the door. Normally she would have gone for the window, but it was too small for her. Robin was so freakishly flexible, he could probably fit…but she had what was probably a concussion and her normal dexterity had deserted her.

As she moved, Artemis tried to think. She couldn't remember exactly what had happened, or how she'd gotten there. Her memories were all in pieces and she was struggling to differentiate the old from the recent.

Her head was spinning by the time she was halfway across the floor. Her limbs felt heavy and numerous slashes of pain had awoken all across her body. At first she thought it was an effect of the concussion, or maybe she'd been knocked around a bit and bruised (hey, she had a head injury—in that circumstance could her illogic really be held against her?), but when she looked back she saw irregular patches of blood forming a trail between her and the bed. The first thing that crossed her mind was, Dangit…now anyone could follow me. The second was, Not that they'd need to, 'cause I am not going any farther…

She collapsed. But she didn't pass out. Not right away. Artemis lifted her head with effort and saw the door through blurry eyes, five feet away. She managed to drag herself perhaps two feet of that before her exhaustion won out and she fell unconscious.

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It took, Superboy thought, an unnecessarily long time for the SHIELD helicopter and police people to sort everything out and decide what to do with him. He'd surrendered, what else was there to discuss?

Unfortunately, it was looking like their organizational skills needed work. A lot of work. Everybody looked either confused or exasperated. Normally this would only annoy Superboy, but Wally was limp in his arms and he looked awful. He wasn't vibrating anymore, which made Connor wonder if Wally had run out of energy for even that much. It was unnatural, the way he lay unprotestingly in Superboy's arms. Connor kept one finger to Wally's pulse, not trusting his faltering powers to pick up on the speedster's too-slow heartbeat on their own.

A muffled noise made him look up. Something was going on in the helicopter (still hovering, as there really wasn't room to land).

Conveniently enough, after a few seconds of focus his super-hearing snapped briefly into perfect focus.

"—sort it out in the Helicarrier. We're already attracting too much attention as it is."

"And in the Helicarrier we have the equipment to start testing and figure out who and what these kids are."

We're not kids, Superboy thought automatically. He had gone completely still. He realized he was holding his breath, anxious to hear more.

"Woah, woah, hold up there," a new voice drawled. It sounded like a man. An arrogant man. "Testing is all well and good, but come on—if the redhead doesn't get help soon, you might not have anything to test."

"Not necessarily true—"

"You really think he'd stick around if we let his friend die? You saw it too, that boy is the only reason he surrendered. If worst comes to worst and he busts out of the Helicarrier, I doubt he'll be leaving the body behind for us to study."

Conner growled softly. He didn't like the casual way the man talked about Wally dying. He didn't like it at all. But now a faint buzzing drowned out the city, and after a moment he didn't know what he was hearing, only that it wasn't anything he could make sense of.

Five minutes later he was in the back of an armored car. An agent was sitting on the other side of the bulletproof glass. Given that the agent didn't know Superboy was losing his strength, he was very brave to be there.

"Do you know where we're going?"

Superboy had to read his lips. All he could hear was laughter and the sound of a violin that echoed in disorienting ways inside his head. He ignored it to answer gruffly, "Helicarrier," and the man looked surprised. "I'm psychic," Connor added preemptively, thinking of M'gann. Then his auditory range expanded and he couldn't hear anything over the sound of the crowds except maybe the cars. His expression became fixed and he tried not to crush the oh-so-fragile body in his arms.

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They hadn't taken him out of the city. They'd brought him to the outskirts, sure, but the signs and license plates let him know he was still in New York. Careless. Certainly it was because he was young and unthreatening (in appearance only, mind you) and they didn't think he'd be a problem.

As if.

Robin looked back and down at the building he'd just left. It reminded him of Cadmus; two stories aboveground, more below. They also had illegal operations and easy-to-panic people who still had absolutely no idea where he was. He could still hear them, faintly. So frenzied. Like ants having their hill disturbed.

He smiled and turned away. He lost the smile a moment later when his hand went to his waist and he realized that he didn't have his belt.

If Alfred had heard what he said next, he would have scrubbed Robin's mouth out with soap.

As soon as he finished cursing Robin started thinking. Analyze the situation. Don't rush; can't afford to miss anything. I'm mostly okay now. Still a bit of double-vision and dizziness, but nothing debilitating. If I go now, chances are good they'll never catch me. I figure I've got about an hour before they realize I'm no longer in the building. But if I go back in…

Florescent lights which obliterate shadows. Long hallways, many with only one or two doors to duck into if needed. Very few places to hide overall. A too-small ventilation system.

And he had absolutely no idea where they put his stuff. He couldn't even remember what all he'd had on him. Belt, definitely. His backpack…? Probably, but…no. He couldn't remember.

Robin gritted his teeth. Going back in would be idiotic. He should cut his losses and just leave already. But if they had his costume…all the technical equipment he had…his commlink (which didn't work, but whatever)…if they had everything he'd brought with him to this crazy dimension (no crazier than home, but that's beside the point), then…well…how could he not?

He tried to convince himself as he jumped off the roof that it was the drugs' fault that he was being illogical and stupid. After all, he was never this irrational normally (except when he lied to Artemis, Conner, M'gann and Roy to get them to help him save the circus*).

…

Ahem.

He was never this irrational normally (except when he was too preoccupied thinking about the team and being leader to think about Bane and how dangerous he really was*).

…

This isn't helping. The point is, Robin was normally a very mature ('Good block. But did anyone see what he did wrong?' 'Ooh, Ooh. He hit on teacher and got served?'*) and responsible (We picked the right guy to lead. Automatically making you the right guy to explain this mess to Batman!*)…nevermind.

"Oh, so now my own head turns against me?" Robin whispered, dropping over the edge of the Cadmus-esque building and in through an open window. "Right. I see how it is."

The drugs had him so keyed up he didn't even question his lack of control over the voices in his mind. Memories, of course, but not ones he was trying to remember.

He was losing control over himself again, and at the worst possible time. Footsteps and voices blurred together somewhere outside the door of the room he'd dropped into. He could feel his lucidity rapidly slipping away. One of the first things that happened was the switching off of whatever part of him might have objected to this. He swayed, uncertain. Wasn't there something he was supposed to do?

The voices got louder. Robin forced himself to concentrate. He was in a simple room. Fifteen feet by fifteen feet. One door, one window, a desk, wastebasket, random papers…he was in someone's office. The footsteps were getting closer. Robin got closer to the door than he had to, just to be absolutely certain of its lack of lock. The desk was too small, too open and too flimsy to be an effective hiding place. Hiding behind the door was hypothetically possible, but…no. Too risky. He was still drugged, still dizzy, and after all the trouble he'd gone through deciding to come back, he was left with only one viable option.

Sixty seconds later the door was thrown open to reveal papers strewn across the floor as they were blown off the desk by the wind from the open window.

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"I can't imagine no one else is wondering who or what these 'shield people' are." Green Arrow said.

"No, that's been bothering me too," Flash commented thoughtfully. "But I haven't been able to figure anything out."

"Could be the name of an organization," Superman speculated. "That would fit."

"Or perhaps we misheard and Superboy—" Oh, man up, Kent, Wonder Woman thought when he looked away. "—was referring to a different type of people. A new race, or some kind of subspecies."

"Maybe…" Green Arrow looked somewhat uncomfortable as he considered this. "But what characteristics would they have that Superboy would call them shield people? Or, if we misheard, why would he…it's…alternate dimensions are weird…." He trailed off.

"What about the 'pain' mentioned by the Superboy? Is it possible that he has encountered some form of kryptonite?" Red Tornado was looking at Superman, as was everyone else. This was, after all, his area of expertise. Superman ignored them, choosing instead to stare intently at the wall.

"Depends on how closely our dimensions are related…J'onn?" Flash's implied question was understood immediately. Martian Manhunter shook his head.

"I'm afraid I cannot clarify that. It could be anything."

"Superboy was wondering if the 'shield' people were the police. Based on this, I would speculate guess that SHIELD is an acronym or a logo. As for the pain, Superboy knows about kryptonite. Why would he be confused if it affected him? It's more likely that the sun's radiation is different there than it is here. This could then restrict his powers and render him vulnerable to injury."

Batman's first contribution to the conversation and it was brilliant.

Typical.

"Of course, that is only a guess…" Wonder Woman wasn't rejecting his ideas so much as trying to keep their minds open.

"Yes. There could be any number of unknown variables." Batman acknowledged.

"We can all agree that Superboy was in some kind of fight, though, right?" This from Green Arrow.

"Oh, definitely." Flash said distantly. He'd just remembered Kid Flash's dire situation. "Kid was trying to get to him."

"That's right," Black Canary recalled. "He didn't sound very good."

"No, he needs to eat." Flash's voice held no inflection. This was unusual enough that it got everyone's attention. There was a long pause in which they all remembered what lack of food could do to a speedster.

"He was trying to get to Superboy," Black Canary said finally. Her eyes were unfocused, but her mind was racing. "Superboy would help him. I know he would."

"Certainly if it was within his power," Aqualad's assurance wasn't very assuring. But then, he hadn't really meant it to be. A strange feeling was slowly twisting his insides and he was trying to figure out what it was. For some reason all he could think about was the formation of the team and when they'd elected him leader. His fingers closed into fists as he remembered. His team was his family. Now they were in danger and the League kept insinuating they were going to go in without him. But his friends had already decided whose command to follow, and they chose him.

Red Arrow watched everything quietly. He'd contribute if anything came to him, but for now it was enough to just listen. Maybe. He didn't know why, but he felt extremely conflicted. Part of him was resentful of the league and supportive of Aqualad. The other part wanted to make the most out of being so close to the league. He wanted to be heard; he wanted them to consider his opinion valid. But at the same time, he knew it wouldn't have an effect, ultimately. Everyone was much too preoccupied with this other dimension and retrieving their lost protégés to pay much attention to anything or anyone else.

"Who was that talking about the voice? Artemis?" Black Canary again. She was looking in Batman's direction, but he ignored her. The answer was obvious, at least to him, and such a plain truth didn't merit explanation.

"Yes," Green Arrow confirmed after a moment. "She sounded injured."

"Just like Superboy and Kid Flash," Wonder Woman said softly. "And Robin."

"Artemis was also confused. From what she said, she had no idea where she was or who was with her." Batman said. "So except for the fact that there was likely only one other person there with her, which means that she's probably nowhere near Superboy or Kid Flash, she didn't give us much to go on."

"That's right. They all sounded distressed though." Black Canary hesitated. By the way she glanced at him Batman knew what she was about to say and starting talking before she could.

"We should be prepared for their injuries when we go through." Mentally Batman cursed. He hadn't meant to say 'we'. But then, the fact that he'd forgotten meant no one would get upset and argue pointlessly with him about why they should go.

Batman ignored the small voice in the back of his head pointing out why backup wouldn't be a bad idea, crushing it with an image of Robin. He was his backup. This wasn't a league mission. They could all just go to—

"We should." Black Canary's smile was triumphant. Batman wanted to hit her. "Flash, you know best what your protégé will need. Superman, you're kryptonian, Superboy's kryptonian, there is literally no one who would know where to even start figuring all that out. In other words, he's all yours." Her glare forbade an argument. Superman didn't care. He'd find a way around it. Batman knew a lot about those things, too.

"Green Arrow—"

She stopped. There was a beeping coming from her Justice League communicator. Half a second later all the other Leaguers except Batman got the alert as well in a chorus of conflicting ringtones (originally they'd all made the same sound. Then Robin had updated the design. Officially, he did it because he was bored. Unofficially, Black Canary knew that he'd been involved in some sort of prank war at the time, and it'd been to annoy Batman). Speaking of Batman, his was the only phone not ringing….Dinah frowned. Did he turn his communicator off?

"Uh…guys?" Captain Marvel looked unhappy. "Something's going down over the Pacific. Aquaman is requesting backup."

"What?" Flash was staring at his own screen. "Legions of…ugly tentacle things…just came pouring out of a shallow cave Aquaman is sure contains no tunnels of any kind…and attacked. Huh. Kind of sounds like a lame SiFi movie. What about you guys, is this making sense to anyone?"

The Atom looked fascinated by the description. But that was Ray, always curious. Everyone else either shook their head or didn't answer.

"I am prepared to help Aquaman," Wonder Woman was the first to volunteer. Atom moved to go stand with her, agreeing silently with the sentiment.

"I'll help you," Captain Marvel offered. He looked around at the others inquisitively.

Black Canary was torn. Flash wasn't. "If you guys show up and it's too much, let me know," he mumbled. "I'll come out if you need me."

Green Arrow paused. He'd been about to get up to join Diana and Captain Marvel, but Flash's tone reminded him what he risked if he went. He looked to Batman, whose face was completely blank, and leaned back again.

Martian Manhunter looked unhappy. "Be careful," he advised. "Something about this is…strange."

"All of this is strange," Dinah muttered, checking her comm to see which non-present Leaguers were already on their way. "They're gonna need more help than that…"

"I'll help." Superman tried to sound helpful and like a caring teammate, but he just ended up sounding satisfied. Black Canary rolled her eyes. She was surprised he hadn't been the first to volunteer, but wisely didn't say so.

"Then go." Batman's tone was dark enough that they left without another word, but he wasn't glaring at anyone, which was good.

That left Black Canary, Red Arrow, Aqualad—which was strange, he hadn't reacted at all to hearing his mentor needed help except to bow his head a little—Green Arrow, Batman, Flash, and Martian Manhunter.

They heard the Zeta beams announce the departure of the leaguers, and then the mountain was silent. J'onn lifted his head and stared towards the Medical Wing, and Batman inferred that somebody had just woken up. So did Aqualad; he got up and left without a word.

"Where's he going?" Black Canary wanted to know.

"My niece has awoken." J'onn said quietly. "And her mind is clear."

"…J'onn, there are a thousand things that could mean." There weren't, but Black Canary had a tendency to exaggerate when she was annoyed.

Martian Manhunter didn't answer. A few minutes later, M'gann preceded Aqualad into the room and sat down next to Red Arrow, who moved to make room for her. She smiled wanly.

"We need to start looking for magic users," were the first words out of her mouth, which wasn't what anyone had been expecting.

"Explain." Batman didn't mince words.

She took a deep breath, trying to find the best way to express what she needed to. "Well, the enchantment was…strong." She trailed off. She looked confused. "I don't remember what you know. Do you know anything?"

"Pretend we don't and talk to us." Batman answered before Dinah could.

"Okay. Uh. The spell was woven by a few different people. Between three and maybe six, I think. I'm not sure. But they weren't very…good people?" she laughed a little, flustered. "It's hard to put it into words."

"Just do your best," Black Canary smiled reassuringly.

"Right. They were planning it, but they weren't all happy about it…one of them is really annoyed. He—or she, but I think it's a he—is upset for some reason. I think he agreed to do it and then changed his mind…or maybe he didn't want to do it. He's not very nice, and he doesn't like taking orders. That's why the spells keep messing up."

"Keep messing up," Batman repeated. The way he said it was clearly a demand for more information.

"Well, yeah—they've cast at least five so far. The first spell they worked really hard on, but out of spite one of the magicians twisted it a little. Not a lot, but enough to send Robin somewhere they didn't want him to go. But he went through by accident…no…that was the sabotage…I think so? There was someone Robin was fighting and one of the magic users changed the mental orders on an impulse and pushed Robin in. And then…and then he used magic to hold Robin underwater until he was sucked into the spell. Yes."

"What about the other spells?" Black Canary asked.

"Oh. They tried to fix it and get Robin back, and then tried to change the part of the spell on us so that we'd go where they wanted…it hasn't been working, though. It annoys them a lot. They could feel Connor and Wally and Artemis go through and it made them mad." M'gann was giggling a little despite the gravity of the situation. She knew it was mean to laugh at people's frustrations, but, well—these weren't people, they were bad people. There was a difference.

"So the first spell was meant to pull all of us through…and then the others were them trying to fix it?" Aqualad was making sure he understood.

"No, the last one was something else. But one of them—the one who sabotaged the other spell—didn't even try to help at all with this one. He just made them believe he was helping. So there's an invasion in Metropolis starting about now, but you don't need to worry 'cause they aren't hard to destroy."

"Wait, what are hard to destroy?" Green Arrow frowned.

M'gann blinked at him. "The things. You know. The destroying things. For the invasion."

"Uhh…" Green Arrow decided not to inquire further.

"In…Metropolis, you said?" There was the spark of an idea in Aqualad's eyes. "Are you sure it's in Metropolis?"

M'gann hesitated. "Well, that's where it's supposed to be."

"Without the assistance they thought they had, is it possible they could have messed the location up? Made the invasion happen elsewhere?"

"What, you think that's what's happening in the Pacific?" Green Arrow smiled, slowly. "Not a bad theory. What do you think, Batman?"

"We don't have enough information yet to either verify or disprove the hypothesis," Batman's voice was somewhere between a growl and a murmur. The resulting effect was rather like a very calm wild animal deciding who best to kill first. "The others should be informed of the possibility."

"I'll tell them," Black Canary offered, already walking away so they could keep talking while she made the call.

"How's Zatara?" Batman asked.

"Still unconscious, but he should wake soon." J'onn told him.

"Good. We'll need his help when we go after them."

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"Who are you?" Director Fury cut to the chase. His stiff, no-nonsense attitude and serious demeanor was lost on the Unknown sitting across the steel-reinforced table from him. In appearance, it was a tall, well-build teenager with cold blue eyes and black hair. But biologically it was a mystery.

The mystery glared. "My friend needs food. He's dying."

The second unknown seemed to be unconscious. He was a teenager, younger than the first and a redhead. He hadn't responded, even when they took some of his blood. Genetically he was also a mystery, but a clearly identifiably human one.

The holding cell they were in was small compared to the others, but it was one of SHIELD's strongest; Commander Fury wasn't taking any chances. The standard gray walls were interrupted only once, with a one-way mirror for others to record and observe the proceedings. The cold concrete floor was plain and altogether unremarkable. It was built for function, not style.

"He will get food. When you answer my questions."

"You're not listening. If he doesn't get food, now, he's going to die."

Fury analyzed this coolly. He studied the Unknown. It was restraining itself. This was presumably for the sake of obtaining help for its 'friend'. If they were friends. Fury had his doubts.

Behind the mirror Tony Stark shook his head. "Just give him some food," he muttered. "Nothing will explode. Nobody will die. This doesn't have to be difficult."

Captain America glanced at him. Tony was acting unusually subdued. Steve's eyes wandered down to Tony's ribcage, remembering the way he'd been attacked, armor ruined. He thought back and recalled seeing the teenaged hulk smash his way through the iron and into Tony's chest.

He looked closer. The shirt Tony was wearing was black, which meant that even if there was blood it'd be almost impossible to see. But he couldn't see any wetness or stiffness in the fabric, so that was good. Steve made a mental note to ask Tony about it later.

A sudden movement on the other side of the glass caught his eye. The black-haired teen had just stood up. There was a wild, desperate look in his eyes. Fury stood up instantly, signaling to his agents. But the teenager wasn't wasting any time; he picked up his friend in his arms, and for the first time since they saw him on the rooftop the Avengers got a good look at the second teen.

Thor's eyes widened and he winced.

"That's sick," Steve whispered.

Tony looked over at Bruce and raised an eyebrow incredulously. "You seeing what I'm seeing?"

But the big man didn't answer. He looked pale. Captain America saw that he was trembling and stepped back, suddenly alarmed. But the Hulk didn't emerge. Instead Bruce turned on his heel, scanning the room. In the far corner, for when SHIELD agents had long shifts, was a small refrigerator. In three strides he was across the room, yanking it open. Seeing what he was doing, Steve came over to help. Wordlessly they took everything there, which was no small amount, but Bruce didn't look satisfied.

"It's not enough," he muttered. Behind them, Thor grunted, and there was a sound Captain America knew well; the sound of somebody punching through a reinforced barrier. In this case, the wall to the interrogation room.

Almost simultaneously there was a similar but independent sound, which cut off halfway through. Fury and the black-haired teenager stared at them, the latter pulling his hand back slowly from the small crater he'd just created in the table. Commander Nick Fury looked furious. The kid just looked shocked.

Thor straightened up. Steve couldn't see his face but he could imagine the glare. "Did you not hear? The child is in need of immediate sustenance. Get out my way or I shall be forced to vanquish you. Temporarily," Thor added when Fury's eyes flashed. The handful of SHIELD agents in the room looked from their commander to Thor and back. Nobody moved.

With a snort of annoyance, Thor walked past Fury and through the table which was thankfully bolted to the floor and so didn't move when it broke. He stopped several feet in front of the semi-hostile teenager, and the line of his shoulders changed to something almost…respectful.

"Your friend is in need of nourishment," he said calmly. "I suggest we give it to him quickly."

The teen looked past Thor, to Bruce and Captain America, both already headed towards him. His eyes dropped to what they were carrying and his mouth softened slightly. "That won't be enough," he said quietly, but he leaned his scarily emaciated friend against the wall and accepted a water bottle from Bruce. "Wally," he said, more gently than Steve would have thought possible. "Wally, wake up. Wally. I have food. Come on, Wally. Wake up."

'Wally' stirred weakly. His eyes didn't open, but his mouth did, if only slightly.

"Rehydration first," Bruce advised. The other, as yet unnamed boy scowled, but lifted the water to Wally's lips. Steve was a little wary, being this close to so much strength, but as long as they were helping his friend the teenaged powerhouse didn't look keen to attack. In the background Fury was saying something. Steve didn't know if it was addressed to them or not and ignored it, but Thor stood up, frowning. After a moment or two he strode away, leaving Bruce, a kid with an anger problem (mini-Bruce!), and Captain America to save the life of some kid with super-speed named Wally.

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"What do you mean you don't know? What, are your cameras broken? Tony ran a diagnostic this morning! Several of them! In quick succession!"

"Negative, Ms. Potts. My cameras and other devices are all functioning properly."

"Then tell me why you can't find one kid with all of your scanners and technology and—stuff."

"The child to which you are referring is no longer in this building. I am sorry I cannot be of assistance."

Pepper almost screamed. As it was, her voice was an octave too high when she spoke. "How did he get out? Jarvis! Answer me! Did you—did you let him out?"

Jarvis was silent.

"Jarvis?" Pepper's cheeks paled. "Jarvis, did you let him out?"

Slowly, the automated voice responded in the affirmative.

Pepper considered this. "But…why?"

Again there was silence. Pepper waited for Jarvis to break it. She waited with a patience uncommon to her, but to no avail. Slowly she realized there wouldn't be an answer. Even more slowly it dawned on her that yes, Jarvis had disobeyed his programming, several times, and yes, she was alone with the faulty AI.

Pepper turned and fled.

*References/quotes from the following Young Justice (season one) episodes; Performance, Alpha Male, and one of the earlier ones…I can't recall. The one where the team practice with Black Canary and then are sent to protect trucks with valuable robot parts in one of them. :P

A.N. Sorry for the wait! I did not forget, I did not even have writer's block…but life. Just life. A lot of it. X( Thank y'all so much for waiting!